Changing season
The first sight of red and black
shiny jewel upon leaf and blade.
First buds that promise pastures greener,
an unthreatening breeze that blows gentler.
Coats are lighter colours brighter,
abrasive breaths no longer shocking,
replaced with a pleasant cleansing inhalation.
A heightened sense of promise is delivered,
as birdsong no longer dulled by winter elements,
rides on airwaves to earshot through open windows.
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Lynn Dye
Thu 7th Apr 2011 12:54
Enjoyed this poem, Rachael, just love the spring! xx